Rolling her eyes, Lara sighed. "Are you ever going to get over yourself? Because you have a son now. He's supposed to be the petulant one, not you. You're a grown man." She let her eyes flash. "I'm asking because you and your son are sirens in my enclave and fall under my responsibility. I'm also asking because I give a shit. Does that suit you or are you going to keep acting like a spoiled brat?"